Something old

one of my older poems

When it rains,

Do your tears blot out your worries?

Or do they blind from what you

Know is ahead?

 

turn on your lights to see

But thurn them off to avoid

 

Sit alone and forgotten

Liek a rag that was

Used and forlorn

 

Let all your fears become

Mine and let your tears

wash my soul to purity

 

Pain brings its sorrows

And happiness its laughter

what we take is what

We choose to take from what is given

Author's Note

something i wrote last year that i found